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“I’m taking you out to dinner even if I have to kidnap you.”

“Sana, that’s not necessary. I’ll be fine.”

“Kidnapping it is then.”

I just stared at my neighbor. I might have thought she’d lost her mind if Sana had acted ‘normal’ at any point since I came to this country. I was moving into my new apartment in Sapporo when the door across the hall opened. I almost dropped a heavy box on my foot at the sight of her. She was in her mid-thirties, a little older than myself, small and leggy with flawless olive toned skin. Her hair was long and wavy perfectly framing an equally perfect face. Her deep brown eyes and pert little nose complimented her full luscious lips. She was lean and athletic with perky little B cup breasts.

This morning she wore nothing but a silk robe one size too small showing off plenty of her beautiful body. She smiled at my reaction before sauntering over to me.

“Good morning, I’m Sana,” she said in flawless English.

“Nice to meet you.”

I sat down the box then introduced myself properly.

“We don’t get many Americans in this building,” she noted.

“I’m not surprised,” I told her, “this is not the most touristy part of town and I’ve been told not many Americans choose to study abroad at such a small Japanese college.”

“Well I’m glad you did. It’ll be nice to have a cute guy around here to play with.”

What she did next utterly shocked me. She kissed me on the lips before heading back into her apartment and closing the door.

Everyday I would run into her somewhere in the building. When I would she would greet me the same way: with a kiss on the lips. It never failed to get my head spinning. One such encounter occurred when the two of us both arrived in the small basement laundry room to start a load. It was late and we were the only two in the room.

I could feel her next to me but being as introverted as I am I could barely bring myself to look at her, let alone talk to her. After a while I heard her sigh, clearly bored. She then began rummaging through her basket. The next thing I knew she grabbed my hands and began twirling a strand of hemp rope around them, pulling it tight before tying it off in a knot.

“What are you doing?”

“Tying you up.”

“I can see that. Why?”

“Since you won’t talk I’ve got to find some other way to amuse myself.”

“OK, you’ve made your point, untie my hands please.”

“Nope,” she sang.

Instead she pulled more ropes out of her basket. Had she been planning this? She bound my arms together before moving to my chest. She then secured by legs, pushing me on top of the drier. She then joined me, wrapping her arm around me and holding me close so I wouldn’t fall off.

Now we can talk.”

We chatted late into the night as she switched out both our loads. Soon however they were done.

“Now what to do with you? I could just leave you here for someone to find.”

“Sana.”

“I could kidnap you, I mean you would pretty cute on display in my living room.”

“Sana.”

“Well I guess I can let you go this time. It will give me a chance to kidnap you later.”

She helped him off the drier and began untying him.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet. I like tying you up. I will be doing it again.”

She gave a pinch on the ass then sent me back to my apartment.

The first few weeks had been a flurry of activity, classes and moving. After that the distance from home and the difference in cultures were starting to get to me. I became withdrawn and depressed. Sana noticed, that’s why she was at my door demanding dinner, which I gently refused. She grabbed my arms and pulled my arms behind my back.

“Sana.”

“I gave you a chance to come willingly.”

She tied my wrists together with the same hemp rope as that night in the laundry room. Once my arms were secure she took a coat from a closet and draped it over me, hiding my … situation from prying eyes. She then wrapped one arm around my shoulders and led me away. We ended up at table in the back of a small restaurant nearby. The place, I won’t butcher the name with my terrible Japanese, served Kushiage. If you don’t know that’s deep-fried meats and vegetables on a skewer. We spent the night laughing and talking as she fed me, an act that got us more than a few curious looks.

“Are those crabs on a stick?” I remember asking her at one point.

“Just shut up and eat,” she laughed.

After dinner we made our way back to the apartment.

“Thank you, Sana, I needed this.”

I turned my back to her so she would untie my hands. She laughed again and drug me into her apartment. I was surprised to say the least. I think when most of us white folk from the States think about Japanese homes we picture people in komonos kneeling on the floor and matts everywhere while someone yells “hi-ya!” in the distance. The truth is a lot of places in Japan do keep the old ways alive. However western culture has changed Japan over the years so I found myself in just another apartment. One far more simply and tastefully decorated than my own of course but familiar in feel none the less. She had a couch and a TV, what more did she need?

“Cute, Sana, cute.”

“Shush.”

She forced me onto the floor arranging me to her desired position. It was like what we called Indian Style back in elementary school. She then took more rope and tied my legs together. I could no longer stand up. I was trapped.

“Sana, enough, untie me.”

“I think not Koibito. I’ve been following your routine closely. You don’t have class again till Monday afternoon. I’ll let you go then.”

“Why are you doing this?” I sighed, exasperated.

“Because you are just the kawairashi little otoko I’ve ever seen.”

From time to time she would slip into Japanese with me. I got the impression she did it when she wanted to say something to me but make sure I couldn’t fully understand it. She loved messing with me, if you couldn’t tell. She sat down behind me, wrapping her arms and legs around me, pulling me close against her.

“Kamisama, anata no shiroi karada ga watashi o totemo waruku shimasu.”

“If you say so.”

“I do. The best way to beat the blues is to be close to someone who loves you.”

“Loves?”

“Yes, I love my sweet little anata.”

To emphasis this strange statement she kissed me on my cheek. She then picked up the remote and flipped on the TV. There we sat for the rest of the night watching whatever Sana found entertaining. My head was too busy swimming from being so close to Sana to pay it much mind. Finally, I heard her yawn.

“Time for bed, Koibito.”

I watched as her legs left me. Her arms, however, did not. Instead she dragged me to my feet, or knees I guess, and began dragging me with her as she backed out of the room. It took me a moment to realize where she’d taken me. I was in Sana’s bedroom. Despite the name there was no bed, at least not like westerners are used to. Sana, it seemed, preferred a particular Japanese method that found a futon mattress on top of a tanta mat.

“Get comfy, I’ll be back soon.”

She laid me on the bed, covering me with the blanket. From my prone position on the floor I could see her grab something and head into the bathroom. When she came back out she was wearing the silk robe she had been the day we met. It was clear though that this was all she was wearing. She turned off the lights and slipped into bed next to me. She wrapped her limbs around me again and pulled me close.

“Good night.”

She then kissed me on the lips before closing her eyes and falling right to sleep. Needless to say it took much longer for me to do that myself.

I spent the weekend like that, tied up in Sana’s apartment. She held me against her as much as she possibly could. I had to admit, it did make me feel better. Soon though the time for class came and I was released. Though my mind was still very much her prisoner. I could think of nothing else but our time together. I would lay in bed masturbating to the memory of her ropes pressing tight against my body.

Unable to take it anymore I went online and looked up self-bondage techniques. I spent the next several days giving it a try. I thought I was doing well, until I got cute. I hooked up a pulley system in my room to hold my hands over my hand. I discovered too late the system I had initiated did not have a release mechanism set up. I was now trapped.

I have no idea how many hours I hung there. All I know was my arms had long since fallen asleep.

Koibito, are you in here?” Sana asked, poking her head into my room.

Had I forgotten to lock my door?

“Yes,” I said shamefully.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she shouted at me.

“Fucking up, apparently.”

Angerly she left, came back with a knife and cut me down. I shook my arms trying to regain feeling in them. She grabbed me by the ear.

“Hey!”

“Come with me. Now.”

She dragged me out of my apartment and into hers. She cleared a space on the floor and covered it with a towel. She walked into another room and came back with a bottle of oils. I watched her as my arms regained their feeling.

“Strip. Now,” she ordered.

I had never heard Sana so angry, so I did what I was told, no questions asked. So I tossed my clothes aside, standing in my neighbor’s living room wearing nothing but my underwear.

“All of it.”

Blushing I took them off too.

“On the towel. Face down.”

I did. I felt her kneel over me. I heard her hands smack together. Her hands grabbed my back. They were covered in a warm, soothing oil. She began to then knead my back, my arms, my shoulders, my ass, everywhere. It felt so good, the oil was so good and its scent so soothing I soon drifted off to sleep. When I awoke I found myself wrapped in the towel which had been bound by ropes.

“What’s going on?”

Sana walked through the room, clearly ignoring me.

“Sana, what the hell’s the meaning of this?” I demanded.

“You are staying right there tonight. I will figure out what to do with you in the morning.”

She then turned off the lights and went to bed. Lord, I really fucked up this time, hadn’t I?

I woke the next morning to find Sana sitting next to me.

“I’ve made my decision,” she told me.

“And?”

“And it’s clear you can’t be trusted to live on your own anymore.”

“Oh, come on …”

“Quiet. I’ve already been on the phone with the landlord. As far as she’s concerned you’ve moved to another building across town. I told her I would have you moved out by the end of the day.”

“Sana …”

“You will only be permitted to leave my apartment to go to class. I will take you there and I will pick you back up.”

“Sana, this isn’t necessary. I won’t tie myself up again, I promise.”

“No, you won’t. I will.”

“What?”

“I will teach you about bondage. I will tie you up in different ties each day so you can experience each one.”

“Sana, you can’t just force me into this.”

“What would have happened if you had gotten a rope caught around your neck while you were tied up? What if we had a fire or an earthquake?”

I hadn’t considered that.

“I will not lose you. If that means taking away your freedom, then by god I am more than willing to do it. You are already trapped here. You’re in a foreign country, no one knows I have you. Your say in the matter is over. If you submit you can still go to school and have a productive life. If you try to fight me over this I will shove you in the closet and that is where you’ll stay. A tiny dungeon where I can keep you safe and sound. What do you say?”

What could I say?

“I submit.”

Sana took care of everything. I just lay on her living room floor watching my freedom being stolen from me. This knowledge resulted in a throbbing day long hard on. The next morning Sana drove me to class. True to her word she was waiting for me out front when it was over. She then drove me straight back to her apartment.

“All clothes off, put them in the laundry basket. You will only be dressed when you go to class. Otherwise I want you naked.”

I nodded and did as I was told.

“Lay on the floor.”

As I did so she grabbed some rope. She tied my ankles together then my knees. She had me cross my arms and hold them over my head. She tied them together. After this she pushed me onto my side and ordered me to touch my toes. When I did she tied the ropes binding my wrists and ankles together.

“This,” she explained, “is called the jackknife.”

It was only once I was in this prone position did I realize what else she had waiting for me. It was a large black leather paddle.

“Sana, what is that for?”

“You want to be forgiven, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Then you need to be punished.”

Before I could argue anymore she reared back and smacked my ass with the paddle. I cried out in pain.

“This brings me no pleasure Koibito but you need to learn.”

This was followed up by another whack. Then came another … and another … and another. That night as we went to bed my ass still stung. To provide me a little comfort she allowed me to sleep on my stomach. That prevented one discomfort but caused another. She insisted that I lay on top of her. So I spent the night naked, arms and legs tied (though separated for now), on top of Sana in her skimpy silk robe. As we lay there she ran her hands gently over my body.

“I promise if you obey me at all times I won’t have to punish you like this again, Otto.”

Otto? What happened to Koibito?”

“We are living together now. Our relationship has changed so must our pet names.”

“Makes sense.”

“Good, from now on, when we are alone, refer to me as Tsuma.”

“What does it mean?”

“Does it matter? I want you to do it.”

“Fair enough, Tsuma.”

She giggled, a kissed me.

I had the next morning off so she sat me on the floor. She tied my ankles to their attached thighs and my wrists to the ropes on the back of my thighs.

“This is called the frogtie.”

I nodded like the good little student I wanted to be.

“I like to use it for sex.”

I sputtered at her words.

“Wh…what?”

Smiling wickedly she tossed off her robe, revealing her pert little body to me. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, pulling me close. I gasped as I slid into her hungry womanhood.

“Hold on baby, I’m a rough ride.”

Laughing at her little joke she began to slam herself down on me again and again screaming my name. My eyes rolled back into my head as I felt pleasure like I never thought possible flooding over me. I must have cum three times before she found her release.

That soon became my routine: some classes, a lot of bondage and more sex than I ever expected to have in my lifetime. Soon, however, the semester came to a close. It was time for me to go home. I lay in bed, bound, clutched tightly against Sana’s sweaty body.

“What’s wrong, Otto?” she asked me.

“I’ll have to go back to the States soon.”

“Do you want to?”

“Not really.”

“Good.”

“Why’s that?”

“I would have felt guilty otherwise.”

“Guilty about what?”

“Silly Otto, did you really think I would ever let you leave me? I’ve already got you tied up in my apartment. If I never untie you no one will ever find you and you won’t ever be able to leave. You will just live here with me … forever.”

“Thank you Tusma, I love it here and here is where I’ll stay.”

“We don’t want to stain it!” Jenna said. The girls laughed at this and the guys chuckled along, though they had the feeling they were missing something. Still, what did it matter when their dicks were about to get wet? They all sat down in the ring and the girls slid into place between their legs.

“Okay, boys, get ready for the best BJs of your lives!” said Carla, grinning. “But absolutely no cumming until we each get a turn on you!”

The guys chuckled with “yeah, right” expressions, already planning on just grabbing their heads and forcing them to swallow their cum when things got too hot. However, the girls just grinned wickedly at their thoughts.

“And just to make sure you don’t spoil it,” said Jenna. She tapped Rodger on the chest, and the stud suddenly felt invisible hands lock his arms, legs, into place. Each girl did the same to her man.

“Hey!” said Brad. “What the hell?”

“We don’t want you guys to spoil things by trying to end things too quick!” said Sally. “We plan on taking our time with this! And we expect you guys to hold out!”

Several of them groaned in annoyance, but those groans quickly silenced as hot female mouths closed over their cocks. Very quickly, none of them were complaining!

Just a week ago, Mary, who’d been the most insatiable about learning the ins and outs of the Magic as more and more women tested its limits, had discovered the trick to making sex more pleasurable for the woman via direct absorption of the Lust Energy men generated when they were aroused and stimulated. Men’s energy already felt good by default, a warm, pleasant euphoria that refreshed, energized, and made a woman feel happy just basking in it. However, by opening up certain mystical receptors in her own body, and channeling them through her nerves in a certain way, a woman could allow herself to experience pleasure on a level equal to that of what they could magically invoke in men’s bodies.

Put simply, this trick allowed a woman to experience exquisite sensations of sexual pleasure, to the point of intense orgasms, just from touching a man who was hard and being teased. The more pleasure the man experienced, the more pressure he’d built up from being held back from climax, the greater this euphoric feedback felt.

Each of the girls had found their current lovers wanting. Big, handsome, well-endowed, each of these guys was the prototypical jock playboy all the honeys got wet over, and who looked good on their arms. They were not, however, very attentive lovers. They were the sort of guys so used to getting easy pussy, that they just thought being inside a girl was all it took to satisfy her.

Yes, they were huge, and yes, despite what nice girls might say, size did matter, but only up to a point. But even a man with a vibrating horse cock that was ribbed for her pleasure wasn’t very satisfying if he didn’t know how to use it.

Well, this time, the girls were going to have the pleasure of cumming first. And second. And third. And however many more until they were satisfied, while the guys were going to wait their turns for once. And right when their dumb boy brains were boiling in their skulls from the need, then that’s when they’d find out the Rainbow’s real purpose!

Brad always thought it was dumb when the models in the videos would moan while they were doing stuff to the guys. Like clearly the models themselves weren’t being simulated so why were they making sex noises? However as he watched the girls around them he swore they were being authentic. The way they swarmed and shivered and moaned it was like they really were being stimulated just by touching the guys. In fact he swore a few of them are actually having orgasms. Not that he had much experience with female orgasms, but he had the feeling that they weren’t faking it just to give the guys a show.

It seemed weird, but he supposed he didn’t really care. As long as he was getting dick sucked, the dumb girls could do whatever they liked. He just wished they would quit fucking around with the teasing and just slurp down his load already! It was embarrassing, but he found he was having to fight the urge to moan and squirm as they kept sucking him, but stopping before he could pop. He knew part of the gimmick was that each girl was supposed to have a turn on his cock, but he wasn’t sure he could wait that long at this rate!

Already, Joyce had done an undulating trick with her tongue that didn’t even seem natural, but left him breathless. Carla had done this delicate little scrape along the head with her upper teeth that sent stinging sparks of pleasure shooting down his down until his knees were shaking. Sally did some terribly wicked trick where she placed the palm of one hand on his cock head and the other on his balls, and he could actually feel the Sex Magic energy pulsing through his organ, flowing back and forth and making his cock ultra-sensitive. Then she would simply flick her tongue in delicate quick licks along his shaft that made his cock clench hard, each little lick shooting him to the edge of release like a bottle-rocket. He was astounded he hadn’t cum yet already!

He was starting to overheat, and the next girl who stopped too soon, he was seriously going to grab her by the hair and force her to stay his cock until he shot cum down her throat. He didn’t care that his hands were locked down with Magic. The strength of insanity brought on by sheer need would surely let him break through it!

Right above the party, on the ground floor, Timothy lay on the floor of the bathroom next his bedroom, his head resting near the vent that connected directly to a vent in the basement. Through this air tunnel he could hear with near perfect clarity the orgy he had been forbidden from participating in. He was only partially stretched out on a rug, and dressed in a loose shirt and gym shorts, but even where the cool tile of the floor touched his skin, it did little to soothe the burning hot erection he had, listening to the sounds of female pleasure. He didn’t even care that some of those moans were coming from his sister; there were six other smoking hot girls down there, all of whom he’d masturbated furiously to thoughts and pictures of before.

It physically pained him that nice guy like him was left cold and alone while those fucking meatheads got to experience sex with the hottest girls in school! Just because they were all muscles and slick hair, and some of them came from money, and their cocks were much bigger (if his sister and her friends claims’ were true), the girls dropped their panties for them, even after being treated like shit!

Meanwhile, he was still a virgin, now unable to even touch himself because his sister was a bitch, and she got her friends to laugh at his dick! For some reason, even as the girls magic let them see how much he appreciated their beauty, worshipped them even, they still wanted nothing to do with him. All he could do was suffer in silence, magically made chaste, his balls aching, his tiny cock painfully hard, wanting to cry from how badly he wanted a girl to touch him. Physically or through their weird magic, he didn’t even care, he dying to feel anything! Listening through the vent was the closest he could come, and he could not stop himself from such a pitiful and shameful act of spying.

Sally, of course, could very easily sense her brothers painfully hard cock right through the ceiling. He must have been really out of his mind to think he wasn’t going to get caught. Or maybe he didn’t care. That or he thought she and her friends would be too busy with the guys to notice one more erection in a crowd.

 

As she slowly worked over Todd’s monster cock, sucking and stroking him sensually in just the right way to build him to a toe-curling climax, she glanced over to Jenna. The tall Russian girl, who was licking Chad’s cock like a popsicle, caught her eye.

Sally flicked her gaze upwards, towards the vent in the wall, then back at Jenna. Jenba grinned around her licking tongue and winked at Sally.

Orgasm blocks and chastity spells aside, Sally had no interest in playing with her own brothers cock in any way. But she was certainly not above siccing her friends on him and getting a laugh out of the show.

Jenna turned her head and glance over to Mary, who was focusing on Ryan’s cock head, sucking it in her mouth and the rolling her head around while rubbing him with her tongue. The poor guy was particularly sensitive to the swirling technique, and he was whimpering and shaking, trying to curl up like a little bitch. This elicited laughter from several of the others, leaving him red faced with humiliation. Mary kept pausing after several seconds of mouth-swirls, letting his tortured member pop free for a moment to let him breathe, before imbibing the glistening, plum-purple knob again.

During one of these pauses, Jenna nudged Mary’s leg with her toe. As Mary glanced back at her, Jenna made a quick motion behind her back towards the vent. Mary furrowed her brow for a moment as she resumed her sucking, but seemed to get it as she listened to her sexual senses. As she turned her head, she winked at Jenna.

The two of them were the girls Timothy had jacked off to the most, and as such, it was only fitting they start his punishment for listening in on them. Now that he’d been pointed out, his aching lonely erection stood out starkly among the chorus a well-attended cocks around them. Even as they kept sucking the well-hung studs, they extended their power upwards to the sad little boy upstairs.

Timothy lurched as he felt the unmistakable sensation of a female hand cup his left ass cheek. Then a second hand cupped his right. They gave him a playful squeeze, then began to slide forward, around his hips, until they were a hairsbreadth away from his steely-hard cock! However, just before contact would have been made, the two hands veered downwards and began to caress his inner thighs with light, tickling traces of the finger tips.

Timothy froze, eyes wide, mouth agape, when he first felt the touch. Phantom hands! The girls knew he was there! He would have thought they’d be far too distracted with the other guys, but somehow, they’d picked him out, even though he wasn’t even touching himself!

His heart nearly stopped when the hands began to slide towards his cock. Holy fucking shit, were they going to touch him? Was he finally going to feel the pleasure he so badly wanted? He almost cried out when the hands instead dipped to his legs. As the phantom fingertips tickled him, it caused his legs to jump, and this snapped him out of his stupor. He had to get out of here! He didn’t know who had sensed him and decided to touch him, but he knew if Sally caught him, he’d be toast!

Even though it made him want to cry to deny himself the chance of pleasure, he could only feel dread at the prospect of what might happen if all the girls realized he was listening in. He’d be in so much trouble! Timothy started to get to his feet; he wasn’t actually sure what kind of range a Sex Mage had, but he knew Sally had been cock teasing the boy two houses down, and the man in the house across the street. His friend Steve lived three blocks away. Surely, if he went to crash with him for the night, that would be well out of range.

However, before he got his butt barely six inches off the floor, a dozen more invisible hands seized him, grabbing him by the arms, legs, shoulders and hips, and pressed him back down onto the thin bathroom rug. There wasn’t enough room for him to spread his limbs, so the hands locked his limbs straight, holding him in a supine position. He opened his mouth to shout, but another invisible force, not like a hand, but like some kind of inner pull within his muscles, locked his lips and jaw shut. He hugged and whined through his nose, but he was quite effectively muffled.

More hands appeared, as did what felt like soft lips and silken cloths, all touching his body. Fingers tickled him, silk caressed him, and lips kissed him all over his body, lovingly touching him from the top of his body to the tip of his toes, all except for one place: his cock and balls remained untouched. So many of the sensations got close, something so close it almost felt like a hand or mouth was about to enclose his desperate organ, but they shied away or vanished at the last split second, and touched him elsewhere.

Tears welled up in his eyes. Even as the phantom sensations made him moan and giggle and squirm, they refused to stimulate the only place he truly wanted, the place he desperately needed, to be touched. He let out a mournful, pitiful cry as the girls broke him with the cruelest tenderness he’d never even imaged before. And as his tears flowed down his cheeks, he could hear the girls downstairs burst out laughing.

Rodger wasn’t sure why all the girls had laughed uproariously like that, but he was finding it hard to focus on anything save for the girl between his legs. All he knew was that he was about to lose his mind! His cock was on fire, his balls ached like he’d never felt before, and each girl’s technique left his head spinning. He was going cross-eyed with the sexual high, and he didn’t think he could take much more of this. Not that he’d dare admit it. He glanced around the room. All the other guys were red-faced, sweating, some were shivering, other were gasping with their eyes rolled back. All of their cocks were beet-red and bulging, the veins swollen, the heads dark with pressure.

Rodger quickly looked away from the other guys’ cocks, a pang of homophobia running through him. For some reason, Beverly giggled at that moment. He flushed hot with the remembrance that she could read his sexual thoughts, and had no doubt seen him looking at the other guys. She bent down his cock a bit and looked up at him with those brilliant blue eyes that made him absolutely weak in the knees. His dick was as dark red and swollen as the other guys, entrapped by the ring of her purple-painted lips. She made a soft moan against his cock and winked.

Then she closed her eyes, leaned up a bit and deep throated him, sucking him harder than any of the other girls had up to that point. Rodger felt his breath leave him and he writhed, making little girly whimpers as his toes curled and his face scrunched into an embarrassing O-face. At the same time, he felt her buck between his legs and let out a long squeal.

And then suddenly, she pulled off him with a soft pop. Rodger’s body held that tight clench for what felt like eternal second, then he let out a huge sigh and sagged back into his seat. Beverly leaned against his thighs, her head resting on his left, gasping as well. He was able to look right down past her breasts and his cock and see that he thighs were wet. No fucking way; even as she brought him so close to the edge, she’d cum, without even touching herself?

There was something fucked up going on here; they were doing something weird with their freaky new Magic. Rodger tried to piece together what it was. He had literally felt himself reach the peak of orgasm, and yet no semen had shot out, and when he dropped down from the peak, he was hornier than ever. He should have had an orgasm. Not that he wanted to admit it, but he didn’t have the kind of self-control to hold out from that intense of pleasure.

But now Beverly was sliding over to Frank, and Sally was crawling up between his thighs, applying a fresh coat of red lipstick. Whatever suspicions he had were quickly washed away by her mouth ensnaring his hyper-teased dick.

Finally, their task was complete! The girls all stood, stretching and catching their breaths They were smiling wide, standing tall and confident and flushed with power.

The boys, meanwhile, were total messes, disheveled, sweaty, and exhausted. Their cocks remained painfully hard, glistening with the girl’s saliva, and streaked with a rainbow of colors. The girls narrowed their eyes and concentrated on the guys. As they did so, their penises quivered with sudden tension, and then a series of colored rings appeared on their skin, matching the colors of the lipstick smears. As if magically tattooed onto them, the color appeared set into their skin.

Gradually, the guys became aware as they realized the sucking had ceased. Brad was the first to say something. “A-are we done now?” he said. “Ow, god, my nuts hurt. Hey, don’t just stand there, finish us off! We lasted like you said!”

The girls burst out laughing. Sharon pointed at him. “You didn’t even last on the first round! The only reason any of you guys didn’t cum in the first five minutes was that we blocked your orgasms!”

“So fucking unblock them!” said Chad. He was looking crabby. “Come here…” he tried to reach for the nearest girl, but he was still bound down hand wouldn’t move from the side of the chair. “Hey… what the fuck? Let me go!”

The other guys started trying to get up, but invisible bonds held them fast. “What the fuck?!” yelled Chad. “This isn’t funny! Let us up!”

“Yeah, it’s our turn now!” said Ryan. “I know you were getting off sucking us, so fuckin’, let us just fuck you to the finish!”

The girls just grinned and smirked watching the boys struggle for nearly a minute, getting more and more pissed. However, the cocks stayed iron hard, and their bonds didn’t give a millimeter. The girls just laughed once more as they started to give up, one by one.

“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” said Jenna. “Just fuck us like you always do, shoot a load in us, then shove us to the other side of the bed so you can sleep. Well, not this time. This time, we’re the ones going home satisfied, and kicking you to the curb without relief!”

“You bitch! You can’t do this to us!” hollered Leonard.

Sally flicked a finger at him, and he let out a huge yelp and curled up as best he could given his bondage. He looked sick, as though he’d just been kicked in the nuts with a steel-toed boot. And yet his cock remained hard; if anything, it seemed even harder!

“Oh god… oh fuck…” he sucked in air, trying not to puke.

“Oh, get over it, ya big baby,” said Jenna. “You’re not even actually injured.”

“Dude,” said Ryan. “What the fuck?!”

“You want to know what the fuck?” Sally crossed her arms and looked sternly at the boys. Despite being cute, naked, and drenched in her own juices, the guys suddenly had a new respect for this girl. The ramifications of what Sex Magic let her, and the posse of girls behind her, do to them with just a thought were slowly starting to sink in.

Sally unleashed her arousal aura. The guy’s already too-stiff dicks became, impossibly, even stiffer, quivering and darkening until all seven guys were writhing in their seats, whimpering for mercy. They had never experienced an erection that this before, a terrible ache between their legs that was more than just a painful hard-on, but a gut-wrenching need to be touched, a sexual pressure that continued to increase even when their cock physically could not get any harder.

“Here’s what the fuck, boys,” Sally continued, slacking her aura off just enough that they could, with an effort, get their whimpers under control. “You all are now our bitches. If you ever want to cum again, you will do everything we say, when we say it. If that means you eat one of us out every day for a month without being touched back, you do it and you don’t complain. If that means leaving work early to give one of us a ride to the mall, you do it.

“Each of you will notice you’ve been marked with a color ring. Each ring represents the girl who sucked you with that lipstick color, and the orgasm block she placed one you. If you want her to remove her block, you have to do something to please her, something good enough that she’ll take pity on you, and remove the block and the ring representing it. You need to do this for each of us, every single time you want to cum. Whenever you manage to orgasm, we will know, and we’ll immediately replace the rings.”

The guys gawked at her, or at least tried, as they struggled with their unbearable erections. “Y-y-you can’t do this!” whimpered Brad. “Y-y-you c-can’t just… make us y-your… your s-s-slaves!”

“Sure we can,” said Jenna with a grin, seeing the big, strapping young man brought low through the very dick he was so proud of. “You have penises. We have Sex Magic. That means you’re our little bitches, forever.”

Several of the guys struggled against their bonds again, absolutely determined to prove that their masculine might and willpower could somehow triumph over their Magic. Such efforts were naught but pipe dreams, however. All six of the other girls unleashed their auras as well, flooding the young men with an absolute overload of erection commands. The men howled and thrashed in sheer sexual agony just from the most basic manifestation of the girls’ newfound feminine omnipotence.

Brad was the first to break into tears and give a string of gibbering pleas. The other guys, seeing the most alpha of them crack, followed suit. Apologies and prayers and pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears for several minutes as the girls just laughed and reveled in their power. Finally, however, they relented, shutting off their auras, and releasing their bondage spells from the guys’ limbs. The seven destroyed studs collapsed to the floor, gasping and whimpering. They tried to cup their genitals, only to feel the girls’ power pulling their hands back until they gave up and just grit their teeth and bared it. Slowly, their cocks cooled down enough to shrink back to “normal” erections, but they were too sensitive and teased to go fully flaccid just yet.

The girls all tossed the boys’ clothes to them, and everyone started getting dressed, pausing only to wipe themselves dry with hand towels. They would all definitely be needing showers when they got home.

Sally saw all of her friends and their boyfriends out the door. Already, several of the girls were excitedly coming up with ideas of what to make the boys do, and the boys could only wince and shudder as they limped to their cars.

When the last of them left, Sally stretched and yawned as she shut the door. She strangely didn’t actually feel tired despite hours of activity. It seemed the Magic really did refresh the body. Even so, the afterglow of so many orgasms made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, and if only to settle her mind, she figured she might take a nap.

But first, she definitely needed a shower. She went to the bathroom, and blinked in surprise at what she saw. Then she broke out into a fit of giggles. Timothy was still bound to the floor, shivering and gagged as various sensation spells touched his body all over. An absolutely huge pre-cum stain had soiled his gym shorts above his diamond-hard, still untouched cock. She had gotten so used to the psychic “hum” of his erection, she’d almost completely forgotten about him.

Timothy noticed she was there and his tearful eyes opened, looking at her pleadingly. He was still magically gagged, and could only whimper pitifully. Sally raised her hand and almost removed his spells. Then she paused and gave him an evil grin.

“I take it you heard the deal we made with the guys?” she said. “How we won’t let them cum unless they keep doing us favors?”

Timothy nodded, and for a moment, his eyes flashed with hope. Could it possibly be that his cruel sister was going to give him a chance?

Reading his thoughts, she laughed once more, then leaned over his bound body. “No, don’t worry, little brother. I’m not gunna bother making you be little slave so you can cum. Rest assured, I’ll put you to work when I need an extra set of hands. But I’m going to make sure you never, ever, ever cum again!”

Her evil laughter matched his high-pitched whimpers as she left him bound and teased on the floor. Stripping right in front of him, she made him watch her masturbate in the shower to three more powerful orgasms, each climax sending shockwaves of aura pressure that made his cock surge until he nearly blacked out. Then she left him on the floor like that for the rest of the weekend, laughing every time she passed him by.

If this was the kind of power Sex Magic could give to a single girl, she could only imagine how the world was going to change.